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I start interning at Surfer Magazine in June, super excited! I would love to write for Surfer and learn all I can from them but ultimately I want to start my own women's action sports magazine. You best believe, I will succeed :) Anyone that wants to jump on this please contact me, I would love the support.
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The Elite of Surfers.

Remember when surfers were considered beach bums? When one pair of trunks or a one-piece lasted years, when beards were untamed and a beer traditionally followed a session?
Surfers are no longer citizens of the bum class; we have elaborate boats with helicopter pads, cocktail parties on the lawns of mansions, hell the Bra Boys made the top 10 on E!
Surfers and friends of the environment gathered April 23rd for a charity auction supporting the Kelly Slater Foundation. The auction was held at Marty Colombatto's mansion in California and props to everyone that supported the event, they raised over $350,000 as Eddie Vedder and holder of 8 world titles,Kelly Slater, entertained the crowd of 600.
30 years ago surfers would have been the ones jumping the fence to skate the empty pool of the mansion, not being invited onto the lawn for drinks and bids of $46,000. I must include, however, surfers and environmental activists (wealthy hippies) were loyal to the attire of an elite bum.
Check out the article on surfline: http://www.surfline.com/surfnews/article_bamp.cfm?id=14987

Wax on, wax off

My Honda Civic suffered some major cosmetic damage on the islands. Every fender, door, etc on the driver’s side is crunched in (from four separate incidents) while plastic from the front bumper sadly hangs like a fat lip.
I do not hesitate to admit I am a horrible parker but my two-door black civic, Duncan, was the reliable beach shuttle. I constantly drove a full car, surfboards strapped on the roof, body boards, skim boards and camping gear overflowing the trunk while four passengers trusting their lives to my cheetah speed and quickness of a cat.
Guaranteed there is about two lbs of sand encrusted in the upholstery of the seats. One of my surfing buddies was kind enough to leave me two sticks of wax in my cup holder on an average, tropical day in Hawaii. That cup holder has been out of service for a year. Then there is the genius that decided to stick a football in my back window for a week. A print of the leather dots is lamented to my window as a reminder.
I did, however, recover from one of the damages to Duncan hence the purpose of this story. The sun constantly melts wax from the boards on my roof causing waxy-goo-rain drops to fall onto my windshield and roof. My friend also left a note on my drivers window with a stick of wax that has been there since last July.
So I figured out how to get this goo off. I found a canned, potent-spelling liquid in my garage cabinet that takes off tree sap. This works beautifully. Dab a little (really, only a little) onto a rag and buff it out. Duncan still has some of his dignity.

Living in LA

Could I live in SoCal? Fighting traffic and development, fighting waves and parkings spaces, on the brink of technology, borderline Hollywood and bright yellow Ferrari’s, designer labels that don’t reflect the state of the economy. Where women tote their dogs and put a price on their flaws and rewrite definitions of reality. Could I sign my name to a life in urban paradise filled with socialites with bulbs bursting bright as their photograph is taken while getting a Frappacino Lite. Could I live in SoCal? Where the islands are a memory, a vacation from insanity, stuck in a bottle floating in the water next to me, as I catch waves in the pollution haze in SoCal.

Mourning in March

Working and going to school 9 hours a day, 5 days a week has been a bummer! I made it out to Bolinas on Sunday but the waves were small and super on shore. I am dying to get some shortboard time in!
Pray for weekend surf!